QuoteReplyTopic: What is your first memory of playing with a toy? Posted: 03 Jun 2018 at 4:31pm

Just what the subject line asks.

Mine was from when I was somewhere between 1 and 1½, and I remember standing in my crib with a stuffed giraffe in one hand. Using the other hand, I'd pull a little tuft of fur off of it, drop it from the top railing of the crib, and say, "Q Q Q Q Q Q Q" as the little tuft of fur floated to the floor.

^ I had the fire truck version of that. But I dunno if it was my first memory. I remember my crash cars. '58 Chevys that you crashed into a wall and they fell apart (then you put them back together).

I also remember a car seat that had a tray and a steering wheel. And I think it was in the car my parents bought before I was born (a '53 Chevy). My father convinced me that I was actually steering the car from that car seat.

I don't really remember the early days...maybe after 5 or 6 years old. Hot Wheels had this little motor that sent the cars flying down the track. Sometimes we created our own games. We had this oval coffee table with a railing and we would send marbles around it with our hands. Slot cars! The neighbor had a Big Wheel but I skipped the trike and went to a bike with training wheels.

I was hatched so dirt-poor that for XMAS I always got the saaaaaame thing, year after year. A pair of pants with holes in the front pockets. They were functional and I always had something to play with...I don't think there were any ill effects, but contrary to popular belief, I am NOT Oriental, nor blind, and dead kittens do NOT litter my yard.

X <sig.nature>"What we do for ourselves dies with us, What we do for others is and remains immortal." - Albert Pike

I was hatched so dirt-poor that for XMAS I always got the saaaaaame thing, year after year. A pair of pants with holes in the front pockets. They were functional and I always had something to play with...I don't think there were any ill effects, but contrary to popular belief, I am NOT Oriental, nor blind, and dead kittens do NOT litter my yard.

OK, now let's talk about all those dead puppies...

Great news guys.... With the Air Hawk, flat balls are no longer a problem!!!

I was hatched so dirt-poor that for XMAS I always got the saaaaaame thing, year after year. A pair of pants with holes in the front pockets. They were functional and I always had something to play with...I don't think there were any ill effects, but contrary to popular belief, I am NOT Oriental, nor blind, and dead kittens do NOT litter my yard.

OK, now let's talk about all those dead puppies...

You just don't get it, ol'Mule! Us pups were sent here to saaaaaaaaaave humanity! Heck, the whole stinkin' world...think of all the wives and families us pups kept together...see the lil'guy below? Look familiar? That's one less woman who no longer plays alone because she has learned to 'misterbait'.

X <sig.nature>"What we do for ourselves dies with us, What we do for others is and remains immortal." - Albert Pike

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